Willow Walk

such clarity in morning sky

such clarity in morning sky

a world of promise showing green

with purple buds beyond the screen

no chance today the earth will dry

while we are caught in the machine

such clarity in morning sky

will soon be past the time goes by

swiftly to conquer the serene

leaving as record of the scene

such clarity in morning sky

the circle’s now completed

the circle's now completed that is plain

even to those who will not trust their eyes

who weighted down by hope and by surmise

have given little thought to the campaign

and left the door quite open to the spies

the circle's now completed that is plain

for those who come here seeking rapid gain

and always eager to hurt or despise

the slow and gentle baffling them with lies

the circle's now completed that is plain

between the storms

so many echoes in the rain

leave nothing of our vision clear

but when we breathe the morning air

the feeling's fresh the scent is plain

to all who notice yet we hear

so many echoes in the rain

that every ordinary brain

is forced into a deep despair

at oaths that we are forced to swear

so many echoes in the rain

to the last decimal

so many orders of which none matter

in this harsh place where all words come to fail

in giddy smoke and stinking horses' stale

it seems that all our urges need to shatter

because we have not found the proper scale

so many orders of which none matter

but many fools who do not cease to flatter

yet will not stoop to help us when we ail

nor build a roof to shelter from the hail

so many orders of which none matter

in sudden summer

these storms have turned the world all green

and sunlight limns the leaves in gold

no time today to chide or scold

we look and smile the birds all preen

while eager hunters become bold

these storms have turned the world all green

for beauty we have set the scene

a story known and often told

that hearts are broken and consoled

these storms have turned the world all green

westward gaze

for a short while we sit and watch the sea

the ships that pass the people on the shore

and then turn back to what we were before

there's understanding here of what must be

a straightforward accounting of the score

for a short while we sit and watch the sea

smile at the world knowing that we agree

on the good things that no one could want more

than such warm moments till the final door

for a short while we sit and watch the sea

carpentry

 

what's given forth may come out true

we lose at first just so we learn

the complex tricks and in our turn

 

teach each young one to pay their due

expend a little and discern

what's given forth may come out true

 

each change will mean the world made new

by other hands and thus we yearn

to see the old fires once more burn

what's given forth may come out true

en arkhe kai o logos

the echoes never cease in time

so we are stuck on the cliff face

losers without redeeming grace

those farts that in primordial slime

began old evolution's race

(the echoes never cease in time)

now seem to us divine sublime

but were just stinks in some dark place

far from the light or so we trace

the echoes never cease in time

lacking all ease

we're faced with everything but honest grief

hard lies are shouted in the open street

and pleasant words recited in retreat

by both the kind physician and the thief

until we think the harsh venom is sweet

we're faced with everything but honest grief

so we resile still there's no real relief

for either broken hearts or weary feet

since life itself turns out to be a cheat

we're faced with everything but honest grief

swallows

no grieving then but seize the darting joys

that pass like summer birds above the lake

enjoy the time and all the things you make

 

ignore the pain avoid the childish noise

see how the breezes still the reeds do shake

no grieving then but seize the darting joys

 

before they pass on to new girls and boys

as life requires since every reed must break

eternity's the dream that we mistake

no grieving then but seize the darting joys